| Wishing is cold this year in Pyrenean snow
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| Or have my nerves been sabotaged and stripped?
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| And I can’t hear you anymore
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| Are you now stone silent, or are my ears clipped?
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| And I’ve been riding trains
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| Because I’m so afraid to drive
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| I’m whirling lifeless over metal tracks
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| Too scared to stay alive
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| And what paralysis is worse
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| That from the world or from inside?
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| And where’s the borderline at which the two divide?
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| Wishing could be the motion at the window’s edge
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| Is it owl wings or my eye’s mistake?
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| If dreams just hold me hostage to electrical codes
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| Then how can you enact them when I wake?
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| And I’ve been riding trains
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| Because I’m so afraid to drive
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| I’m whirling lifeless over metal tracks
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| Too scared to stay alive
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| And what paralysis is worse
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| That from the world or from inside?
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| And where’s the borderline at which the two divide?
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| I chase the trains forever
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| Hoping someday they will stop
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| I see myself through windows
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| And he doesn’t care if I catch up
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| What destination do I reach
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| Somewhere ahead or lifetimes back?
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| Oh, either way, there’s no escaping from this track
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| There’s no escaping from this
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| Wishing that I were never afraid
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| And wishing these rails had never been laid
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| And I will be strong and I will be brave
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| And I’m right behind you, show me the way
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| Inside, I am red but the sky is grey
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| And you’re right beside me but further away each day
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| And I’m still riding trains
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| Because I’m so afraid to drive
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| I’m whirling lifeless over metal tracks
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| Too scared to stay alive
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| And what paralysis is worse
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| That from the world or from inside?
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| And where’s the borderline at which the two divide? |